Plot….

Cambridge, England…

Bridgeworth Manor…

1999 (1 Year after the Battle of Hogwarts)

The Bridgeworth family thought of themselves as a respectable Wizard Family. The Bridgeworth's were well off, and were Slytherin through and through. By through and through I mean that their family bloodline in Slytherin dates back to 500 years ago. They were all quite proud to be Slytherin in fact, too proud some would say. Douglas Bridgeworth was an X Death Eater and current Employee of the Ministry of Magic. Gena Bridgeworth was an employee of the Ministry of Magic, but also was a part time worker at Borgin and Burkes. Their children Rena, Christopher, and Mason were all sorted into Slytherin. All proud of their accomplishments, all proud to be Slytherin. However, the youngest of the bunch was Nickolas Bridgeworth. He was only 11, therefore this year would be his first year at Hogwarts. He was very excited. He packed his trunk, including the Slytherin Quidditch Team Flag. He was so ready to be in Slytherin, so ready to join his pals in 7 years of bliss. He had no idea what fate had in store for him.

Chapter One

Suppose to Slither, Expected to Roar

Nickolas Bridgeworth was so ready to go to Hogwarts. Accompanied by his Mother, Father, and all three older siblings, Nickolas was ready. He ran through King's Cross Railway Station, super excited to get to Platform 9 ¾ . His parents smiled, so proud to finally put their youngest son in what they consider the best house at Hogwarts. After purchasing everything he needed at Diagon Alley, Nickolas rammed his cart through the barrier— eager to get on the train.

"He seems like he is ready to go." Douglas commented, chuckling slightly.

"You thought he would be home sick." Gena added, shoving her husband affectionately.

The family went through the barrier, ready to see their children off. After getting on the train, Nickolas found a seat with his childhood friend Johnathan Peasegood.

"I can't wait to finally go to school here." Nickolas said. Nickolas was your basic kid; black hair, green eyes, and average height of an 11 year old. His friend John had bleached blonde hair, blue eyes, and was slightly taller than Nick. John rolled his eyes and replied.

"Man, you sound like a complete bore when you say that Nick. It's not all about the classes you know. It's about making a reputation for ourselves as Slytherin Wizards."

"Uhh, but doesn't education matter too?" Nickolas asked.

"Yeah, I guess so, for some people." John replied, looking at the window as the train began to move. Nickolas looked out the window too, waving to his parents. His Mother in tears, Father waving proudly. Nickolas could never be any happier. Soon his dream would turn into his very own nightmare…..

An hour had passed, the Hogwarts Express finally reached Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. John and Nick got off the train like two peas in a pod. Nick grabbed his trunk and his owl, John grabbed his trunk and his pet snake, putting it around his neck. The two walked together, along with Nicks older siblings trailing behind them. The eldest Rena had green eyes, and green hair. Well, she was really a brunette. She dyed her hair green for her 18th birthday. Smiling she nudged her brother and spoke.

"Eh, don't look so tense. Once the sorting hat sorts you, meet us in the common room. Just don't take a wrong turn and end up in the dungeon."

John and Nick laughed, Rena was quite humorous. Not only that, she was very bubbly and outgoing for a Slytherin. Rena's little joke helped Nick feel a lot better. He was ready for the sorting ceremony.

The Great Hall….

Headmistress McGonagall had all the students sit in their proper houses. Before the feast, the ceremony had to begin to sort the first years. Arie Lynch was first, as the Headmistress placed the hat on her head it exclaimed "Gryffindor!" Arie smiled and ran to join her house. Daniel Rabnott was next, also being sorted into Gryffindor. Maxwell Kincaid—a long-time friend of John—was sorted into Hufflepuff. Finally, John was next. As the hat was placed upon his head, it shouted "Slytherin!" 4 more students were sorted, and then it was Nicks turn. He was sweating bullets, but he couldn't wait to join his siblings and friends. He sat on the stool, and waited for the sorting hat to be placed on his head. Once it was placed, the sorting hat shouted something that made Nickolas Bridgeworth, a Wizard Pure-blood from a long line of Slytherin Decedents ALMOST faint. "GRYFFINDOR!" The whole room gasped in disbelief. Our dear boy Nickolas was frozen, he didn't know what to do. Even Headmaster McGonagall didn't predict this. She cleared her throat and spoke softly in Nick's ear.

"Go on boy, go join your house."

Nick rose from the stool, walking over to the Gryffindor table. All eyes were on him. He looked to his friends at the Slytherin table frowning, his friends frowning in sympathy. His siblings with their jaws practically on the floor. Nevertheless, that was the least of Nick's worries. He turned his head back to the Gryffindor table, standing right next to it now. Most of them glared at him, others scoffed. They all knew how he was, and who his father used to represent. Nick's heart sunk, he instantly didn't feel right. Just then, Daniel Rabnott stood up to the plate, offering Nick a seat.

"You can sit beside me if you like." Daniel said. Nick nodded and took a seat, pulling himself in.

"Uhh, thanks." Nick replied.

"No problem." Daniel said. He then turned to the others and added "Piss off guys, he doesn't know any better. So be nice and welcome him?"

The table rolled their eyes, and decided to introduce themselves. They all forgot what it was like to be a first year. Still, Nick was not looking forward to his father's wrath. Or worse, his Mother's nervous breakdown. There was also his reputation to consider as well. The Bridgeworth family was well known, and a prestige family. It would seem that Nick had become the black sheep in a white flock, or the ugly duckling. So far his time at Hogwarts was a complete and utter disaster.